It’s been only a few months since the zombie apocalypse started. Everything has just been completely isolated. Here in New York, well, arguably it’s still pretty nice other than the fact there’s not any people around.

It’s fall, the leaves are turning dark, nothing seems too bad. Just the old usual. You had caught yourself in some sort of situation and had passed out.

Seven boys were just passing by, and found you. They took you with them, since it’s not like they could leave you there. One of the boys had found a cute apartment, the average New York apartment, brick walls outside and stuff. It was like their base, where they could rest and stuff.

One had laid you down on the couch, another had gave you his favorite blanket as you were out.